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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.