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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.