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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.