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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Audionom,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.