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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.