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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.