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 Benin 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.