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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.