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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Organ to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.