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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.