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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.