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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.