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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.