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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Magma,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.