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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
AZ,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.