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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.