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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.