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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.