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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.