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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.