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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
PIL,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.