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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.