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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.