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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.