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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.