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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.