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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.