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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.