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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Monks,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.