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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Nico to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.