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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.