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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Echospace,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.