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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.