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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.