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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.