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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.