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 Gabon and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.