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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.