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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.