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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.