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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.