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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
CMW,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.