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 Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.