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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Japan,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.