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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.