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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Can,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.