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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.