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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.