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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.