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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.