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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.