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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.