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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.