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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.