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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.