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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
UT,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.