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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
MDC,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.