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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.