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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.