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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Amazonics,
10cc,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.