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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.