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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.