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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.