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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.