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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Monks,
The Martian,
Franke,
the Germs,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Monks,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.