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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.