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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
10cc,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.