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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.