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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.