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 Congo 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.