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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.