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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.