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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.