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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.