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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.