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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Index,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.