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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.