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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The Names,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.