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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.