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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.