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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.