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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.