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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.