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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.