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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
AZ,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.