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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.