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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.