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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.