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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.