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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Saints,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.