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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.