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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.