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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.