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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.