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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.