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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.