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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.