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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.