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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.