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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.