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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.