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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.