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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.