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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.