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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.