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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.