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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.