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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
UT,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.