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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Cure,
Skaos,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.