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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.