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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.