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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.