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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.