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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.