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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.