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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.