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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.