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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
New Order,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Faust,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.