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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.