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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Deakin,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.