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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.