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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.