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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Wire,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.