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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.