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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Monks,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Sparks,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.