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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.