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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.