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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Crime,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.