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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.