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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Ludus,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.