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 Seychelles 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.