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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.