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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.