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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.