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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.