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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.