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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.