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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.