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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.