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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.