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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.