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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Scientists 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.