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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Can,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
the Association,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.