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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.