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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.