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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Monolake 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.