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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.