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 Japan and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.