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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Wire,
Organ,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.