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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.