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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.