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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.