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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
The Fall,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.