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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.