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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.