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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.