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 Moldova 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.