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 Poland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
June Days,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.