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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Skarface to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.