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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.