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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.