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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.