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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.