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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.