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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.