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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Index,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.