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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.