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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.