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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.