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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Sound,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.