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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.