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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.