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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Index,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.