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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Houston and Spokane.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.