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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.