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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.