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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.