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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.