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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.