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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.