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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.