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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.