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 China and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
June Days,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.