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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.