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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.