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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.