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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.