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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Smog,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.