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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.