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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.