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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.