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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Television,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.