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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.