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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.