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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.