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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.