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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Japan,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.