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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.