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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.