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 Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.