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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.