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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Index,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.