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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.