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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.