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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.