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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.