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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.