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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.