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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Gong,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.