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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.