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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.