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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.