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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.