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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.