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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Cluster,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.