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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.