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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Pylon,
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.