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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.