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 United States 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.