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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.