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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.