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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.