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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.