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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.