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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.