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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Litter,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.