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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.