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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.