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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.