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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.