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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.