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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.