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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.