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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Brick,
X-101,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.