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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Human League,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.