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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.