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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Ossler,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.