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 Venezuela 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.