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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.