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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.