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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Slave,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.