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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.