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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
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.