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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.