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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.