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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.