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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Swans,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
AZ,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.