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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.