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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
the Association,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.