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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.