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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.