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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Brick,
Josef K,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.