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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.