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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.