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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Can,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.