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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Magazine,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.