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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
X-102,
Fear,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.