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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.