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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.