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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.