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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.