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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.