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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Evens,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.