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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.