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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Wire,
UT,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.