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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 AZ to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.