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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.