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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.