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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.