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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.