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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.