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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.