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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.