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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.