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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Pylon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.