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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.