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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Fear,
UT,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.