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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
DNA,
World's Most,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.