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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Television,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.