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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.