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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.