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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Henry Cow 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.