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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.