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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Wake,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.