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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.