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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.