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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.