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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.