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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.