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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.