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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.