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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.