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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Last Poets,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.