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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.