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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.