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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.