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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.