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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.