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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.