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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.