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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.