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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.