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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.