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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.