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 United States 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.