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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.