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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Organ,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.