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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.