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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.