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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.