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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.