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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.