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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.