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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Chrome,
June Days,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.