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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.