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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.