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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.