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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Evens,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.