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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.