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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.