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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.