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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
June Days,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.