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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.