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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.