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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.