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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.