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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.