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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.