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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.