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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Visage,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.