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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.