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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.