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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Can,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.