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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.