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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.