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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.