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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
the Human League,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.