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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.