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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.