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 Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.