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 Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.