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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.