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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.