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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.