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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Swans,
Wire,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.