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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Mojo Men to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All JFA 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 disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.