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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Q65,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.