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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Can,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.