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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.