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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Japan,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.