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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Gong,
Rekid,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.