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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Technova,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.