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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.