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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Skriet,
New Order,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.