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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
PIL,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
The Names,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.