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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.