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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.