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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.