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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.