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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.