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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.