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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.