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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.