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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.