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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.