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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.