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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.