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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Swans,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.