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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.