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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.