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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.