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 China 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.