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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.