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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.