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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.