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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.