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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.