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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.