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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.