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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.