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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.