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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.