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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.