Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
UT,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.