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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.