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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.