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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.