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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.