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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.