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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.