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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.