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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.