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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.