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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
a-ha,
June Days,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.