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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.