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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.