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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.