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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.