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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.