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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.