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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.