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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.