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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.