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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.