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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.