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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Names,
X-102,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.