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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.