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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.