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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.