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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.