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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.