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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.