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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.