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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.