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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Faust,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.