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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.