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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.