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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Television,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.