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 Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.