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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.