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 Congo 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.