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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.