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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.