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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.