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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.