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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.