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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.