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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.