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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.