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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.