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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.