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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.