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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.