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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.