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 Israel 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Niagra to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.