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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Mars to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Gong,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.