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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.