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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.