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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 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 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.