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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.