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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Scion,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
UT,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.