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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.