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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.