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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.