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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.