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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.