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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.