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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.