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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.