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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.