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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Television,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Smog,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.