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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.