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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.