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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Toasters to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.