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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.