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 France and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
JFA,
Pagans,
Smog,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.