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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.