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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Television,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.