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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.