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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.