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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.