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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.