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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.