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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.