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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.