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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
June of 44,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.