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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
DNA,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.