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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.