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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.