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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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 Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.