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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Can,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.