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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Wake,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Martian,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.