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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.