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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.