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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.