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 India and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.