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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.