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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Franke,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.