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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Index,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.