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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.