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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.