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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.