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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.