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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Gories,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.