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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.