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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 JFA to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.