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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.