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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
New Order,
Deakin,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.