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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.