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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.