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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.