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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.