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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Make Up,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.