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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Television,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.