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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.