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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.