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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Audionom,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.