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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.