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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.