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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.