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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.