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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
EPMD,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.