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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.