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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.