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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.