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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.