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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.