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 Syria 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Index,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.