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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Nas,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
10cc,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.