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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.