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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Smog,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.