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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Inner City to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.